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Coggy: "The Daily Dose?" Daily dose of what, faggotry? 'Cause that's all I'm hearin'.

*Begin beatboxing and spinning in a circle*

*Clears throoat*

Now let this sneaky russian through this-night
I got more posts than westhybrid thats right
I'm not against Eagle that's suicide
But to West i'm the red cyanide
I'm not the best rapper i do admit
but i'm better than west 'cause i'm also a brit.

Namorg: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SW
"Sorry sir sgt was just punching me through the air that should be my rainbow body"
give the priciest drinks to everyone except the appletini for smk but when he gives one to KG says "this ones on the house"

Spoiler:

I've been given a sardonic disposition on life, because my happy days were shorter than Sylvetican Strife.
Now enhance that pain by two, and you'll know what I hear when I listen to that piano music raping my ear.
Playing music is fine, just not when you're in a call, and not when your recorder's on the other side of a wall.
Practice makes perfect, but you're not perfect yet, and have you learned the latest battle song from Homestuck yet?

Your ego is inflatable just like a balloon, but when your armor comes down all you are is a buffoon.
You create every new story just to recapture some glory from the past that you erase or just copy and paste.
Do you think that we'll forget about those times you let us down? If your laziness was water then you'd certainly drown.
Oh, does life get in the way of silly internet games? You like pissing on our fun when it has gone up in flames.

Now I won't attack your character until this next line, because your personality is slightly lamer than mine.
You try to take charge, and you think you're the best, only where your brain should be there is an eagle's nest.
Try listening to people every once in a while, or maybe all the time if you don't really want to be vile.
This has been a short critique to try and right what you wrong, now update motherfucker, it is taking too long.

Alright then. I've had enough of this standing in a corner. DeadApe vs Eaglendia? I'd bet on the former.
If you think your tough shit because you're staff, let me hit you with some information.
You didn't do anything, I don't even need a replacement.
I'm head of state bitch, so be a good dog and sit.
Your bark is louder than your bite, time to up and rage quit.
Your a joke Beagle, this rap battle is a bore.
Your rhymes are weak, I feel like I'm playing meaningless battle 4.
This ain't even worth it, you've got no wit,
Why don't you take a page from Endemic, drop the mic and split.

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo, yo.
Cough up the mic, B. It's about to get durtyy in here.
DJ Durty Dick steppin' up to the mic.
DJ Durty Dick in the house.
All my homies hype me up.
I need to be hyped up, hype me up homies.
C'mon homies hype me up.
Yeah.
DJ Durty Dick.
Duuuuuuuurttttttyyyyyy.
Ye-!
DJ Durty Dick, doin' that shit ALL DAY.
All-fuckin'-day.
A'ight.
Now lemme spit it.

Yo, I got ice-water in my veins - I drink that shit by the CUP
You playin' zombies against me, you gonna get FUCKED UP
I'm the real deal, I'm fresh, my shit's so RAW
You come at me 'n' you gonna hit a motherfuckin' TEXT WALL

I'm the real shit, a motherfucking GANGSTA
Don't come at me, you goddamn PRANKSTA
You fuck with me, I'll put your ass on the FLOOR
Don't you know? I'm mother-fuckin' HARDCORE!

And I don't obsess over amputees so don't get it TWISTED
But that don't mean I don't love gettin' FRISKY
I'm an equal opportunity lover.
You don't believe me? Go ask your fuckin' MOTHER!

I can do this shit all day.
You can't handle it? Then get the fuck AWAY
I'm the best of the batch
When I step up to the mic, it's GAME, SET AND MATCH.

You can talk shit? I talk TWICE AS MUCH
You shit's gayer than STARSKY AND HUTCH
You think you can rap hard Eagle?
Yo' shit ain't hard, it's too goddamn CEREBRAL!

What kinda artsy bitches likes to think?
Probably the kind who go around wearin' PINK!
I'm the best of the best.
When I'm on the mic, it's a motha-fuckin' OWNFEST.

You think you're so goddamn clever
When you gonna update Celestials, NEVER?!
C'mon man, make it happen!
Speakin' of which, why the fuck are you rappin'?
Don't you got some shit to do?
Oh, I forgot, your name's fuckin' BLUE!

Your little cult of followers have made your ego TOO STRONG
In reality, your fandom couldn't be MORE WRONG
You just ain't shit, and your act is two-bit
Retaliate with me, I'll pop you like a fuckin' zit!
I'm the motha-fuckin' illest of the ill, need I say more?
Have I fucked you up enough, motherfucker, are you sore?

I'll keep goin' with this generic rapper shit
'Cause guess what? I can motherfuckin' SPIT
My shit is that of a true rapper
Yo' shit belongs in the goddamn crapper!

Go play your guitar man, 'cause you can't handle this here
With that caliber of shit, I wouldn't even let you piss here
I'll burn you with my hot rhymes, turn it up, and make it sear
When I'm done with you, motherfucker, you will know fear!

I'm a goddamn professional
The shit I spit is exceptional
You shouldn't be here,
Yo shit is reprehensible!

Didn't you just call West a hack?
Ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black?
Surely you can't be completely unaware
Yo rhymes are shittier than prison underwear!

I rap like I argue, no logic, just emotion
My flow hits you like a train in motion
I'm like a shotgun; no accuracy, ALL POWER
When I come around, you motherfuckers COWER!

All that shit, and I ain't even finished
Up against me, do you still think you can win this?!
I'll leave you hurtin'; draw the final curtain,
You best back down cause yo shit ain't workin'.
Yo' rhymes is weak and your flow is atrophied.
But my shit? My shit is fuckin' bona fide!

There are two kinds of people
Recognize this as true.
Real motherfuckas like me
And punk bitches like YOU.

*drop the mic, extend my arms halfway upwards on either side of me, palms facing Eagle, cock my head slightly to the left, put on a smug face and slowly back away*
I should like to note that this entire post is in jest. I don't genuinely think of myself as a gangster rapper.

You guys are all dumb.
Eaglendia, go in a corner crying to your mum.
You were crying like a baby so you sucked on your thumb.
Your mother walked through the door asking "honey, whats's wrong"?
You walk up to her and said Bman beat me in Donkey Kong.
I may be in a wheelchair, but I am strong.

How dare you call out to me? Your delirious
Your a fucking joke how can I take you serious?
Go back to bed nighty night.
I always knew black people were never right.
Get up fool 'cause I ain't done yet.
Your fucking with a motherfucking vet.

So what if your staff? Thats a fucking joke
Your beats are worse than OG LOC.
Come at me bro, I always knew your mother was a hoe
But she was a bad mother, raising a kid thats real low.
You should go play Traitor
And talk shit so you can let everyone know your a hater.

Star, car. yay I can rhyme!

Garquin wrote:I saw crusher around the shopping corner.
and in his hand he had a very shiny Quarter.
yea yea fuck you bitch.
your so boring I went to take a piss.

PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S STILL A YOUTUBE VIDEO OF THAT. PLEASE

Namorg wrote:

Garquin wrote:I saw crusher around the shopping corner.
and in his hand he had a very shiny Quarter.
yea yea fuck you bitch.
your so boring I went to take a piss.

PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S STILL A YOUTUBE VIDEO OF THAT. PLEASE

There isn't

:,(

SW
Jumps on stage and shoves a bottle of beer in eagles mouth and holds it in so he can't speak
"I AM DONE WITH THIS SHIT. QUICK SOMEONE RAP!"

The door to the club swings open, a dark figure stands in the doorway. The figure steps into the light revealing a long Python Revolver in his right hand. The stranger walks to an empty table in the back, pulling a seat out from the table laying a duster coat over the back, laying his Bowler hat on the table the stranger lowers himself onto the seat raising his feet placing them on the table. The stranger raises his left hand snapping his fingers for the waiter to come over, while snapping his left hands fingers he uses his right hand to place the Python Revolver on his lap.

Dexta117 wrote:The door to the club swings open, a dark figure stands in the doorway. The figure steps into the light revealing a long Python Revolver in his right hand. The stranger walks to an empty table in the back, pulling a seat out from the table laying a duster coat over the back, laying his Bowler hat on the table the stranger lowers himself onto the seat raising his feet placing them on the table. The stranger raises his left hand snapping his fingers for the waiter to come over, while snapping his left hands fingers he uses his right hand to place the Python Revolver on his lap.

SW
"Sorry sir as you can see i am quite busy"

Dex: "The fuck you are, get me a bourbon!" The man looks around the club sniffing as he does.

You speak of ages, intellect, and social prowess.


Yet where would you be without me?

Actions long forgotten have carved out your path towards perpetual fame, and despite the folleys and misgivings scattered and strewn from then and there, they are my actions all the same.


Power? You breath what air I warrant you, and with a flash of malice I can easily undo your very existence.

Achievement? Mere tomes written on paper you didn't earn, with ink you didn't bottle.

Legend? All that is legendary is the torment you've rendered on yourself with these delusions of self worth and accomplishment.








Sleep now, burning prince.









- Pink

Cry Vengeance wrote:I'm sorely disappointed.

- Pink

Why's that?

Glance up once more, my dear.

I do this for fun
So don't hand me a gun
Just give me a blade
My skills will leave you afraid



I start with my Zig zagging
and Next ill be Body baggin
I jump like a hunter
Snare and tear like a smoker

My Title of Human killer of the year
Will leave you in tears.

I'm the lame brain you can't refuse
The Zed head who just can't lose
Like a dynamite with a short fuse
I'm set to go off whenever i choose.

With a flip of my thumb
I pound on your skull like a drum
And to finish it off i've got my zombie shotgun

but You keep coming back for more
With a refusal to look at the your score
Consider this match done
I may have 50 deaths but you only need one.

WH: Well then.

Now you should listen Eagle, while I rhyme to the crowd,
I thought what you said was cute, almost made me proud.
You think you're hearing your crowd shouting about your win,
and all I hear is your bitchy rhymes and the world's smallest violin.

Avoid the topic by claiming you're "handsome"? Bitch please.
What brick did you're mother hit you with that made you make that decree?
You look like a train ran you over and then backed up for good measure,
If it had finished your ugly mug off then it would've been my pleasure.

If you think you're Youtube videos effect me, you're shit out of luck,
as you seem to have confused me with someone who gives a fuck.
Those videos are fossils and will forever be old news, but it makes me wonder,
how many people did you blow to get those views?

My videos have a difference from yours,
due to the fact that mine will actually sell in stores,
because for whatever ass-backward Tapes you make about zombies on every page,
a cover of Party Rock Anthem makes me two hundred dollars, and that's minimum wage.

You can't best me in music, you can't best me in game,
what on earth makes you think this could be the same?
My name is in lights and money arrives while I wait,
and the only art you've accomplished is in Microsoft Paint.